“No, I got a pistol and license but bring an empty case for me.”
“Keep Sienna close and by close I don’t mean sleeping with her. Got it? Stay on high alert. Until I get there, you’re her bodyguard, not her lawyer, not her lover.”
His chastising would piss me off except he’s right. I was so into her, I forgot about the murder in the woods. Hell, I forgot my own name.”
“Understood. Later.” Even as I hang up, her sweet voice echoes in the upstairs bathroom and I grow hard. Not touching her today may be the hardest thing I’ll ever do.
Thinking like a bodyguard, I walk to the front window, tilt the shutter, and check out the block. There’s nothing suspicious so I make my way upstairs. In the kitchen, I grind some coffee beans and start a pot of coffee. Then, I crack open a couple eggs and scramble them.
Judging from the energy she expended last night, she must be starving. Smiling, I throw some frozen hash browns into the microwave and put two slices of whole wheat bread into the toaster.
Two plates, two napkins, and two mugs go onto the dining room table covered in white linen.
She comes out in just a towel, wet feet making marks on my pristine hardwood floor. Quickly, I grab another towel and wipe up as I push her back onto the tiled floor and kiss her.
“Oh, sorry.” She’s left her toothbrush on the counter top, along with the toothpaste which I put away into the drawer. I straighten the shower curtain and squeegee the wall while she watches me with her face scrunched up in question mark.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Fuck. Busted.“No, no. I, ah. I like things orderly.”
This is exactly why I don’t bring women home.
She eyes me like the other women who’ve briefly come into my life. They find out I’m a little OCD and I never hear from them again.
I laugh it off, take her towel, and kiss her until all thoughts of my craziness leave her head. When she drops her towel, the kissing grows real serious but I remember Jack’s warning, moan, and with my hands on her soft waist, place her sweet, sweet body a few inches back.
“What? Why stop?” Her warm lips are open, inviting, and I want nothing more than to cover them with mine until she squirms in my arms and…
A deep breath allows well-needed oxygen to enter my brain. “I just spoke to Jack. I’m supposed to be guarding you. I can’t watch over you like this.” I glance down at the huge bulge in my pants.
She smiles seductively, reaches out and touches my cock. Lust ignites but I got to be strong, for her.
I grab her wrists and pull her clever fingers to my lips. “We should talk about our next moves.”
“I think your moves are just fine.” Her grin makes me wonder why I’m not already inside her.
Internally cursing the fates, I pick up the towel, wrap it around her waist, and pat her butt. “Clothes, Sienna. Now.”
Suddenly, a knock at the door makes me jump to the window where below, a UPS truck is parked in front of the house. A big man in a brown uniform fidgets with a package at my door.
“Shit. I didn’t order anything.” The hairs stand on the back of my neck as I push Sienna into the bathroom. “Stay put. Stay quiet. Lock the door.”
The doorbell rings again.
What? Do these guys think I’m an idiot?
I call Jack to see where my security detail is and his voicemail answers, “If you’re not trying to sell me some crap, leave a message.”
Pure adrenaline pumps through my veins as I try to figure what I should do. There’s one guy on the corner watching with too much interest and… Ah hell, a furniture delivery truck is in front of another brownstone down the street, the driver looking this way.
There’s no way to tell the good guys from the bad.
Ambush.
However, unless they use automatic weapons, it’s damned near impossible to get in through my outer gate. Similarly, the lower windows are all barred with heavy iron. The hardware on my building dates back to the riots in the sixties.
Air hisses out my lungs when the guy gives up and puts a sticky note on my door. To anyone watching, it looks official. Soon after, another guy walking a dog gets into the furniture truck and they all drive away.
